We're gonna tell your children these stories
The ones where you don't win
Now you can try and revise history
But our patience has worn thin
So fly on you mockingbirds
Never again will you dare repeat what you have heard
The timestamps from the D.A. man places you chickens square into the frying pan
And all your schemes are coming undone
Now you don't know where you will land when they call you birds up to take the stand
Justice is almost served
The scheduled panic brings a rhythm
To distract your watchful gaze
And enless loops of information
Ensure you stay within the maze
So fly on you mockingbirds
Never again will you dare repeat what you have heard
The talking points at 4am as you early birds disseminate the plans
All your secrets becoming known
And you don't know where you will land when they call you birds up to take the stand
Justice is often slow
We're gonna tell your children these stories
The ones where you don't win
We're gonna tell your children these stories
And we'll do it with a grin
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We're gonna tell your children these stories
The ones where you don't win
Now you can try and revise history
But our patience has worn thin
So fly on you mockingbirds
Never again will you dare repeat what you have heard
The timestamps from the D.A. man places you chickens square into the frying pan
And all your schemes are coming undone
Now you don't know where you will land when they call you birds up to take the stand
Justice is almost served
The scheduled panic brings a rhythm
To distract your watchful gaze
And enless loops of information
Ensure you stay within the maze
So fly on you mockingbirds
Never again will you dare repeat what you have heard
The talking points at 4am as you early birds disseminate the plans
All your secrets becoming known
And you don't know where you will land when they call you birds up to take the stand
Justice is often slow
We're gonna tell your children these stories
The ones where you don't win
We're gonna tell your children these stories
And we'll do it with a grin
The ones where you don't win
Now you can try and revise history
But our patience has worn thin
So fly on you mockingbirds
Never again will you dare repeat what you have heard
The timestamps from the D.A. man places you chickens square into the frying pan
And all your schemes are coming undone
Now you don't know where you will land when they call you birds up to take the stand
Justice is almost served
The scheduled panic brings a rhythm
To distract your watchful gaze
And enless loops of information
Ensure you stay within the maze
So fly on you mockingbirds
Never again will you dare repeat what you have heard
The talking points at 4am as you early birds disseminate the plans
All your secrets becoming known
And you don't know where you will land when they call you birds up to take the stand
Justice is often slow
We're gonna tell your children these stories
The ones where you don't win
We're gonna tell your children these stories
And we'll do it with a grin
Writer: Joseph Souza
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid